“Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.” ― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

being infinite..

This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

(perks of being a wallflower)  

fixing..

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And i will try to 

Fix You..

so what.. huh??

dream???

oh god.. this is going to take some time......and shit happens

the usual boringness of the vacation had engulfed me. The sudden absence of a constant adrenaline of exams made things as void as it could be. Life seemed pretty purposeless. And all one could do is stare into all types of electronic screens possible. I was mid way of watching the Independence day for the nth time when..

Buzz. Buzz.. eh! Another call. I had enough! Damn it! Another wrong no!

Buzz buzz.. the cell rang again and this time it was pure static.. in rage i switched off the cell. The static had been troubling me for a long time. But i was too lazy to go to the service centre.

Switching off the cell i continued my limbo into the movie. Buzz buzz... the screen was blinking again. How the f**K! With obvious irritation i picked up the phone seeing digits just continuously appearing on the screen. On picking up there was a huge static and the sound was all i could here. All went blank except the sound.

Scene outside: at that very moment all world had gone still. Every person possible had received a similar call and been send into a semiconscious state. The world was asleep except for a continuous buzzzzzzzz.. omnipresent. Not one was spared.

Waking up i find myself sitting on a branch of a very ancient tree(when did i learn to climb trees?!).. a pig with wings flew above me. What.. the..!! surely i must be dreaming. .. the next thing i know i was in a room paneled with mirrors. And all i could see was myself reflected 100 times over.. a variety of images came flashing some childhood some totally unrelated and some of so stark a reality that it was like waking up from a dream. All i could see were uv lights around illuminating and glowing MRI like machines and then again those weird dreams.

The scene: pods filled with fluid were kept with blacklight illuminating the floating bodies. Quire jellylike figures moving around the floor with a noticeable head like formation and creating tentacles for movement. They communicated with high pitched sounds. Like crackling signals.

Aliens to each other: what a boring science project! All you had to do is make them listen our voice! (crackles)

Yeah! Silly humans! Thinking they have made a scratch on the infinite universe.. buyeahhh! In their faces! (laughs)

It’s time.. we have to take the best samples and be off. We have stayed long enough as it is!

Shah! And i thought we did have a longer IV!

The protagonist:  why is it so cold suddenly? Oh shit! I fell asleep on the floor!  And then i had this splitting headache. So went off to get some saridon and coffee. And to my surprise the moon and the sun were together in the sky.. or was it ???  

The alien: pssstt.. i didn’t return of the specimens! (laughing) i have got a HUMAN pet!! 

the finality of it all...

31st has always been like the end page of the book. As the story ends and you reflect on all that happened in it. the lagging first half ,the climax of the middle and a weird conclusion in the end. A good book would make you want to re-read the good parts or may be make you think of the a sequel or perhaps search for a more deeper meaning..
31st nights have always been the recap of the whole year(partially cause i spend it flipping through channels of extensive glittery and shine of the bolly nos.) and my conclusions have always been "i have been bad this year" (yes, strong conscience there!)
The fun part comes when you have to decide on a new year's resolution. No matter how serious, one is about it by the 2nd of the month it shows no signs of ever having made one!
So i end up calling a few friends, texting the rest and watching the fireworks at the expense of other's pocket.A generous world indeed!

 CAUSE IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT HOPE..